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Well, the new virus has taken over everyone’s lives. And like how?! Last year in March when my organisation announced we can work from home, we thought it will be for a few days. The first few days were exciting. No long drive to work. No fixed schedule. You could sit in your bed – and you could get some free time off, because no one frankly works constantly. But, the days turned into weeks. And weeks into months. The novelty wore off. And I settled into a neat routine – set up a ‘office’ in the living room. Zoom…
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Whoosh! Surprised to see me here? Oh well, have been missing this place for a while. On a boring Saturday, while searching for some files, I chanced upon my old working file. Most posts written during my Nepal and Agra days were there. I loved browsing through them. I did a bit of formatting to that document and converted it into a readable PDF file. If any one is interested to read that bulky file ( a whopping 500 plus pages ), do let me know. So yes, hey, how have things been? Blogging is a lost art now? I…
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My new song out now! Dil Ki Chitthiyan Composer and Singer : Archita Bhattacharya Lyric : Deepak Jeswal Arranger / Programmer : Mazil Gul Khan Tabla : Prashant Sonagra Violin : Sanchit Choudhary. Sound recordist : Arvind Vishwakarma Our song released by Zee Music Company can be seen on their YT channel : https://youtu.be/pnOHuyTTRvY Or can be heard on any of the music platforms : Gaana : https://gaana.com/album/dil-ki-chitthiyan Wynk : Listen to the song: Dil Ki Chittihyan at https://wynk.in/u/A0CpGaBKC on Wynk Music JioSaavn : https://www.saavn.com/s/song/hindi/Dil-Ki-Chitthiyan/Dil-Ki-Chitthiyan/IFweRDtecgY Apple Music : https://itunes.apple.com/in/album/dil-ki-chitthiyan-single/1449841107 Amazon Music : https://bit.ly/2Hkps29?cc=a24e4edd36c3d8ddcb79899f14ac5678 Google Play : https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Archita_Bhattacharya_Dil_Ki_Chitthiyan?id=Bw52h3lanko6dv6fmvqxvfykdgi&hl=en_GB
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Wishing every one a love filled and prosperous 2019. God Bless !
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Just a ‘sound check’. This site is very much up and so am I. It’s just I have tried my hands at a lot of other things, click so writing took a backseat. And of course, remedy with all the means & avenues of other social media, visit web it’s easy to communicate there. Less formally, that too. I still feel a blog post needs more thought and attention, compared to a Facebook one! Anyways, just keeping this one kicking and running. Sharing a pic I clicked on a recent trip to Paradise on Earth : Kashmir.
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It’s been so long I came here. And in my normal course of things this space went back into deep recesses of memory. I knew it was there just like you know you have that old pair of jeans lying in the back of your cupboard. But never brought it out. Time, salve procrastination and really having it outgrown are some lame excuses I can offer. But fact is it was neglected and forgotten. Till the time I got a rude shock of receiving a notification mail. I reckon most were getting deposited in the spam inbox till this one…
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Powered by Zoundry Last year I travelled to Almaty in Kazhakistan, health one of those break-away nations when USSR crumbled. It’s a quaint place, dysentery and I quite liked it; the flight to and fro (that too from Delhi) was anything but. While going they tortured us by being extremely stingy in serving water. On return, cialis 40mg they upped the ante. We reached around midnight, exhausted, and sanguinely looking forward to crash into the bed before catching an early morning flight to Mumbai. In between, I had planned to slip away and visit parents; after all, it would be…
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Leaving this space unattended was not intentional. It just happened. Perhaps, ask capsule Facebook is to blame as it devours a bulk of my time; especially, viagra sale I find posting quick and short film reviews, without much editing or thought, easier and convenient. Here, I’d labor over grammar and vocabulary and definitely a deeper thought process would be involved. Plus, most friends are there who read it immediately and give a quick comment. However, past week or so I realized the downside. Leaving home unattended meant cyber-tramps barged in. Spam comments has shot up to an unbelievably high levels;…
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Finally,I found a house – albeit, a rented one, for now! But before I could reach here I had to undergo my share of the proverbial baptism by fire! My search for a decent house to purchase went up right up to mid-April, when panic set in. Time had run out -I had to vacate the previous one by the month-end, and I was nowhere close to selecting, leave alone starting the cumbersome paper-work. Before I left for Delhi for a short-trip, I zeroed-in on a nice rental accommodation. On return, I went to pay the advance when the owner…
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I am on a house-hunt. Again. Last week, my landlady dropped the bomb that they needed the house returned; and this, after their broker had lulled me into believing the lease will be renewed. Apparently, that’s not the case. This, when (after all my doubts) I had actually started to love my current pad. I requested for a three-month buffer, and immediately dialed my regular broker. He all but groaned though nevertheless promised to help; after all, that’s his business. I saw the first batch yesterday and like the previous two times, returned frustrated, grumpy & cribbing. Yesterday’s search added…
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Six months back, seeing me busy in a flurry of signing agreements & making fresh post-dated rental cheques, someone had remarked, “Oh, you are changing house?” I had laughed it off, “No, I am changing my landlord!” It was a good joke then, but it backfired quite soon. Looking back, I regret not making my own offer to the owner. The property prices were relatively low, and the house went off in what now retrospectively everyone sagely tells me in an unbelievably superb deal’. I was a fool. And more than that, scared. Buying a house in Mumbai is a…
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Number Plate My car’s front number plate has become a joke. If it had been a chain mail, it would have got forwarded the world over several times over. And perhaps (like all chain mails) return to me. Some two-three months back, the number plate decided to loosen all its ties, and hang out adventurously. Rather, hang down. Like a good car-owner, I reprimanded it and took it to the repair-shop (one decrepit one, near my place) and replaced its screws (at an exorbitant price for the job that size). Obviously, the number plate didn’t like to get screwed. Next…
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Wishing all readers a Very Happy & Prosperous Diwali. As the Bisleri advt went…please play safe (and I mean in all respects).
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The Parsis celebrated Navroze on Wednesday 19th August this year. Till a few years back, I was quite oblivious of this festival, until I wrote a story which fleetingly had its mention. Then, I had done a bit of research to incorporate in the narrative. In Delhi, where Parsis are less than a handful, one never learns of this festival. Here, in Bombay, it is quite well celebrated, and we observe a holiday. Anyways, getting a mid-week off is always a welcome manna. On this auspicious day, I embarked on the second phase of my Holy Grail’s quest – buying…
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I have been through several such moments; in fact, they keep recurring at alarming regularity, right from my childhood. One incident I recall from my school days is when our biology teacher was giving a lecture on vitamins and minerals and their importance on our health. To her question on naming some sources of food having multiple vitamins, several hands were raised, including mine. She chose me. With all sincerity and seriousness I answered – guess what? – Complan!; seeing her dropped jaws, and that incredulous look, and hearing the classmates’ suppressed giggles, I knew I had goofed up big…
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It’s like a wave the water recedes, seemingly never to return, and yet, the very next instant the deluge rushes forward, callously erasing away any footprints imprinted in the soggy sand. I had thought I’d almost given up this space (not literally, but definitely figuratively). Perhaps, the biggest sign being I visited London and Scotland this year, and did not even once feel writing about the trip. Yes, I had kept the space ‘artificially alive’, for no other reason than nostalgic value – the way one keeps a momento cleaned and polished atop a showcase. But clearly, I hadn’t meant…
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It was an innocuous little sneeze. Just below my house, while walking towards the car, a tingle in the mucous membranes within the nasal confines brought out a noisy spurt. Just a measly little chheenk. Yet, when I looked up, I could see time frozen. The doodhwala-shop owner glared in disdain; the lady across the road gasped and pulled her pallu over her nose; the children crossing my path rapidly steered away; and an autorickshaw-wallah, idling around, speeded off. I looked at them apologetically, but their collective stares were dirtier than what the swines love to roll in. Just a…
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Bombay has enveloped itself into so many myths that it took me a year to finally break them free. Often I would reprimand myself for not believing them. These myths & tales are not written anywhere, web implant they are perpetrated and spread by people living here, or those who would have visited the city sometime in its past. Today, these are my observations: